Bestselling Author Sylvia Day
No 1 International Bestselling author of provocative fiction delivers the dramatic finale to a series set within the inner circle of glamour, sex and privilege.
When it came to playing games, my lover, Jax, was a master strategist. He pulled strings behind the closed doors of D.C.âs most powerful political players and somehow still found time to nearly sideline my career. What he didnât know was that when I didnât like the rules, I threw them out and made my own. I wasnât going to let Jax get away with it. I wasnât going to let him get away at all.
I loved Jax enough that it was impossible to give up. Jax loved me enough that giving up was the only end heâd consider. He didnât think I could swim with the sharks. It was entirely my pleasure to show him that Iâd already dived inâ¦.
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Dear Reader,
Iâm so excited to be sharing Jackson and Giannaâs story with you. While Jax and Gia are discovering the possibilities of second chances, weâre exploring new opportunities with this collaboration between Mills & Boon, Cosmopolitan and me. Like every Cosmo girl out there, Iâm always thrilled to blaze new trails.
Iâve been a Cosmo girl and romance reader for nearly as long as I can remember. Through every stage of my life, from high school through to marriage and parenthood, I have had the latest issue of Cosmopolitan and a romance novel (or few) on my coffee and bedside tables. Youâre never beyond being fun, fearless and fabulous, and we all deserve to find our one-in-a-million guy.
I hope you enjoy Giannaâs story as she takes the New York business worldâand Jackson!âby storm. I look forward to talking with you about it after youâve turned the last page. You can find me here: www.sylviaday.com/community.
Stay fierce!
Sylvia
1
âTHAT MAN IS seriously hot. He can take my order anytime.â
I scowled at the television in my hotel room as I unpacked my toiletries. God knew why Iâd tuned in to a midday talk show, but I certainly hadnât expected to see the man I loved on the screen...or to listen to the glamorous hosts dish about how hot he was.
âMaybe heâs going to put voting booths in every Pembry-backed restaurant,â the other one said.
Shaking my head, I headed into the bathroom. Jaxâs investment in Pembry Ventures still stung. I wasnât sure Iâd ever forgive him for fucking me over like that. Maybe I shouldnât take it so personally, maybe it was just business, but there were some things you just didnât do to someone you love and screwing up their jobâan adored job at thatâwas one of them.
I was determined to uncover the reason why. And I was going to make him pay. Being in love with him wouldnât change that. I wasnât sure it changed anything.
Iâd just hung my makeup bag on the towel rack when the room phone started ringing. Knowing I probably took a lot more time than Chad did to unpack, I expected he was ready to head down to see the construction site of his restaurant in the very same hotel we were staying in. The Atlanta Mondego was being turned into a destination with a capital D, and I would soon have the dust on the soles of my Jimmy Choos to prove it.
Grabbing the receiver off the bathroom wall, I tucked it into the crook of my neck and said, âHey. You settled in already?â
âGia, damn it. Turn on your cell phone!â
Jaxâs deep, sexy voice slid across my senses, bringing with it a rush of heated and beloved memories. Something inside me tingled with pleasure that heâd gone to the trouble of tracking me down. Jackson Rutledge was a busy guy with his pick of women. Following me around the country was entirely unnecessary. And really flattering.
I leaned against the bathroom counter. âNewsflashâIâm avoiding you.â
âGood luck with that.â
My jaw tightened. So what if he was an animal in bed? So what if I was happy to hear from him? I was still mad at him. âIâm hanging up now.â
âYou canât run from me,â he said tightly. âAnd you canât pull that shit you pulled yesterday. We need to talk.â
âI agree, but that usually means you tell me Iâm only ever going to be a fuck buddy to you and you donât give me any reasons why. I donât have the patience to run around in circles. Unless youâve got real answers for me, Iâm not giving you any more of my time.â
âYouâre going to give me a hell of a lot more than time, Gia.â